On work




“What do you mean you’re not going to fill it?” 
“Exactly what I said,” explained the squirrel. 
“But why would drill even more?” asked the crow. 
“I once heard,” the squirrel replied, “that the only way to fill a hole in your heart is with love. So if – instead of trying to fill them – I work on finding the ones that were already there: Just think about all that love.” 
“You’re an odd one,” said the crow. “But I sure I like you.” 

Photo: Drilling, sanding, shaping, thinking. Just another rainy Friday night in the shop.
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